More than the smell of a juicy steak, the smell of fine fish, or the smell of new plastic toys. More than the smell of a woman fresh out of the shower, the smell of a wood fire, or the smell of fresh fruit.

Mmmmm...

That smell of petrichor in the air, the smell of a coming storm. That shift in the air, the feel of the impending crunch. Man, I love it. All I can think of is the part in The Dark Knight Returns right before Batman takes names. The wrath of god, coming straight for Gotham City.

Amen to that. It drifted in the window earlier this morning... it was amazing. There's no substitute for it, and every dryer sheet that has tried to emulate it has- to date- fallen far short of the mark